HAT NOW?” WEB ASKED, as they stood in the hallway shaking rain out of their coats. He rubbed his hands through his hair, finger-drying it. It was getting long enough to curl. No need to keep on top of getting it trimmed now.
“More tea?” Kevin asked. “I’m freezing. The temperature’s really dropped out there.”
They left Grackle in the small hallway inspecting Webster’s pack and took their tea through to the living room. Kevin swept more papers and half-finished drawings from the armchair opposite the one he clearly habitually used and gestured around vaguely.
“Help yourself,” he said, putting his tea on the red-tiled hearth. “I’ll light the fire, hang on.”
Web settled in the proffered chair and watched as he chucked some paper and kindling from the adjacent full basket into the grate, ca
